Voltaire nodded in appreciation of her well-placed kick. It just went to show that when you trusted someone, you could achieve great things. Full trust wasn't yet there for him but he knew Koph could be counted on to watch his back [color=8493ca]"That's right. Here in Orario, people are just looking out for themselves."[/color] He said with assurance. Voltaire was even guilty of this. The only reason he wanted to be an adventurer in the first place was to grow strong and live with luxuries he never had. There was no other motive.

His eyes watched Koph's movements and reacted to her steps, keeping close as the monsters closed in. A spear was not normally useful at close range but he sensed she could make do. Even if she could not, their weapons complemented each other. Voltaire spotted the goblin trying to get by her spear and quickly launched towards it. His free arm wrapped underneath the arms of the goblin and held them back as his dagger plunged into its chest. The little creature struggled, more than he expected, but was killed nonetheless. A dagger was not a elegant weapon, but it was one he could use effectively. 

More goblins made their way towards them as he steadied himself. Together they would be able to cover each other's weaknesses if they cooperated. He could only imagine how much harder this would have been had he gone himself.